By Cinderella
Date: 7 October 1997

The Sickness In My Heart

My breathing is laboured,
My pulse isn't very steady,
Just wait a minute, so that I can see you in the light.
I hide in the shadows...for I am sickly.
Not physically ill--emotionally dying.
You ask why I am so sad,
I reply:"no matter, angel"
(I'm dying because of you)
My best friend, my worst enemy,
The light that guides me through seemingly endless nights.
The angel who has come to me by choice-maybe chance,
Beautiful in so may ways, and she knows you are too,
As do I .
She tells me of things about how she needs you as her friend,
You are so in love wiht her, that is it literally killing you.
I cry each night for you,
Pray for you, and sing,
I sing just to hope that one day you will hear me.
I love you with my mind, my bidy, my heart and my soul.
I would give my life to save yours...
Take my life just so you would be well again.